"Huh..? Oh- uh. Yeah..." he distractedly replied, eyes focused on her hair.

Eying the hair loopies resting against the sides of her cheeks, Zuko stood in silence as he brought his good arm up to touch one. He felt the texture of her hair, soft and somewhat cold between his fingers like cold silk. Zuko remembered her wearing her hair exactly like this in the dream he'd had of her as a child.

The backs of his fingers accidentally grazed the apple of her cheek in the process of picking the hair loopie up.